Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight

Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight Pt 10

The entire building was alive with a blood lust watching the match in the arena. Alfie Solomon's fighter Goliath versus Bonnie Gold. The betting was furious before the bout started, only a handful of people bet on Bonnie to win and all those were Blinders. It hardly seemed fair seeing the two fighters stand side by side before the fight began. Goliath towered over Bonnie making him look like a sickly child. Bonnie winked at Y/n when the fighters stood glove to glove. She'd helped him more than the fighters the Shelby's had brought to teach him.

Round after round Bonnie took a hit, playing cat and mouse with Goliath. He faked out the audience making them believe that he was injured and tiring out, but Y/n taught him well. He landed a few hits on Goliath but mostly danced away like the fight was too much for him. A few times he took a hit hard enough that had him falling to the mat. He put on a good show, chest heaving acting out of breath. Noodle like arms that had a terrible time staying up, oh Bonnie was playing them all.

The excitement didn't last long when Y/n got a glimpse of Goliath's cornerman. They looked too familiar for her liking and it was something Arthur noticed as well. Y/n spied Arthur from across the ring sitting near Tommy and John eyeing the cornerman. She could see his jaw clenching, the muscles flexing in disdain. Y/n watched him whispering to Tommy, but Tommy only brushed him off.

Y/n sat with Pol and Ada, a smattering of Blinders around them as well. She didn't fully understand why Tommy had suggested she sit with them in the first place. She knew he was lying when he tried to say it was for their protection, for Y/n to keep an eye on his sister and aunt because Y/n knew they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. No one would dare try anything with all the other Blinders sitting around them.

Bonnie had landed a stellar hit that had Goliath stumbling backward. Y/n had stood up to cheer him on at the same time a Blinder had been coming back to his seat hands full of beer for the lads around him. Her force was enough to flow him off guard and the cups held onto crashing into her soaking her with stouts and ales.

"What the fuck?!" She shrieked as the icy cold beer-soaked her back. Her glare frightened the already apologetic Blinder.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," he mumbled. "It was an accident." She couldn't tell if he was more scared of her or of Arthur finding out.

"S' fine," she snorted out a laugh and excused herself from Pol and Ada jogging toward a bathroom to wring out and dry off. Had she stayed a few seconds longer she might have noticed Arthur trailing after the cornermen who were suddenly leaving the ring.

Arthur never saw the commotion with Y/n across the ring, never saw her get up and leave. His focus turned solely towards the cornermen. He tried telling Tommy there was something off with them, but he wouldn't listen. Tommy kept telling Arthur throughout the fight that he was just paranoid. They weren't paying attention to the fight, didn't even blink when Bonnie managed a hit that had Goliath stumbling and almost going down on the mat.

They slid away without much notice from the ring and headed toward the gate to the locker rooms. The crowd had stood cheering on Bonnie so no one noticed Arthur mingling with the crowd and following the cornermen. He knew something was off from the start, his gut was telling him so. He had that same nauseated feeling deep in his stomach as he had right before his convoy was hit in the war.

Pistols raised and safety off as he crept down the hallway towards the locker rooms. The noise from the fight above was muted and fading out. The only thing he could hear was his heart thumping in his ears. He tried to slow his breathing and steady his hands. Arthur barely rounded the corner to the first locker room when he felt a kick his back sending him falling to his knees. He twisted his torso before he hit the ground and shot the man that had kicked him. A bullet right between the eyes, the shot echoing in the tiled room.